Monday, April 27, 2009

Keep Rubbing On The Oinkment

I'm in lock-down here at the old cliff top mansion, with my security consultant Fat Kev posted at the door under strict orders to turn away all visitors, and shoot any pigs or Mexicans on sight. I shall, of course, continue to post items from my hermetically sealed panic room.

As a precautionary measure, I also eschewed the BAFTAs last night not wishing to catch flu from the various showbiz swine on display. Good to see my old chum Harry Hill carrying off a gong though.

I thought it was bird flu we were meant to be panicking about. Now the pigs seem to have the upper hand. Which will win? I suppose there's only one way to find out...

13 comments:

Adem said...

FIGHT!

Anonymous said...

FLIGHT!

Anonymous said...

We're all doomed.

Ken Gregory said...

My pigs are about to take legal action over the cartoon in the times today!!!

Adrian Day said...

What, no flying pig jokes? Or was the set up too obvious

Anonymous said...

Can I still eat my eggs and bacon for brunch?

Anonymous said...

Our leader and his herd of gadarene swine now have even more to answer for. Has TDC been quarantined?

Richard Card said...

Ken

will your case be heard by a Stypendiary magistrate ?

Richard Card said...

Sinatra sings

"You can drink the water

And you can eat the swine"

Anonymous said...

Enough with the swine jokes already. Outraged Jean will be telling you all off for making fun of dead Mexicans.

Anonymous said...

What...more public money being wasted Ken?

Ken Gregory said...

no, my pigs will be taking the financial 'hit' from their own financial portfolio

Anonymous said...

This could be devastating to politicians, as they all have their snouts in the trough.

'MR X'